Accidental Incest Sex Romane & Geschichten

“I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t resist it. I was constantly drawn to him and I just went with the flow. I didn’t wanna overthink anything so I didn’t bother acting like I didn’t like having him around when all I ever did was think about him. Anna, I told you everything, remember? You knew how much he made me feel alive and better about myself while we were texting during the summer and I was both sad and happy when he appeared in front of me. Sad that he was my cousin but happy that he didn’t actually ditch me but got his phone stolen.” “That’s incest, you know that right?” “A lot of people do naughty things with their cousins.” “So you’re trying join the trend? You wanna be part of them? Yo

The late-night talk turned to sex, the way it so often did. "You know," Manuela said to Marika, "I've sucked and fucked my share of guys, but when I started hitting on my own family it was like starting all over again. I really wonder if I could make it with an outsider again and get off enough to make it worth my time." "That's what they say about incest," Marika replied. "Once you start, you can't stop." "Who says?" Manuela asked with keen interest. "The books I've read about it," Marika answered with a studious tone. "Some experts claim that one of every four families have members getting it on with each other. It's actually quite common."

The city stretched beneath me, bright, endless, demanding. Nathan’s words echoed again: Make it look intentional. If I wanted to protect what I’d built, I needed to turn this accident into strategy. An idea began forming, reckless but possible. If I made this marriage look real enough, long enough, I could control the narrative. Turn scandal into opportunity. But to do that, I’d have to keep Adrian close. Too close. I looked back at him. He shifted in his sleep, the blanket sliding down his shoulder. The soft light caught on his skin, the faint rise and fall of his chest.

Alex and Martha had been the perfect hosts, their hospitality making our stay unforgettable. Yet, ever since I’d pieced together Martha’s connection to my past, I’d been restless around her. I couldn’t shake the vivid memories of those nights years ago. She used to dance for me at the club, her movements hypnotic, before one thing led to another, and we had sex. It was reckless and intense, and now, here she was, engaged to Alex.

I fucked the sensitive tip of my dick into my slippery hand, milking every last drop of pleasure out of my orgasm. Light-headed and panting, I leaned over the sink and pressed my forehead against the mirror. My breath fogged the glass, obscuring my reflection. Honestly, I was glad. The shame that always accompanied this fantasy was quick on the heels of my euphoric release. Swallowing down my disgust, I reached blindly for a few paper towels and turned on the faucet to clean myself up. This is so fucking ridiculous.

"We're students of St. Tatiana's. We know how to do things with men. We can pleasure you, Daddy. We're such big sluts." "Biggest," cooed Keily, her voice so breathy as she leaned in and licked my ear. "Don't you want to fuck our tight, young cunts?" "Our tighter assholes," purred Riley. It was her turn to lick my ear while she grabbed my cock. "It's incest!" I gasped. "That's so wrong! I can't do that!" "Sure you can, Daddy," Keily said. "Mmm, I know, why don't we give you a little show? Some girly fun to get your blood boiling."

The way we had kissed in that bar, how we left the bar and wouldn't stop kissing and touching in the elevator and when we finally staggered into our room. Oh God! A gasp escaped from my lips. I slept with my boss. I had sex with my boss, not once or twice. I wasn't even sure of the number of times we did it. We had only stopped in the early morning. My eyes widened for a second. I flung my gaze towards the other side, but there was no sign of Damon. Not even his bags. Did he bail out on me? Did he realize his mistakes? When did he leave? Different thoughts raced through my head until I caught sight of the little note by my nightstand. I hope this wasn't the usual cliché.

“Never mind. We can talk about this later.” “We aren’t kids. You can say the word sex around us without us giggling.” Lydia said with an eye roll that would make every teenage girl proud. “Fine,” I said, ignoring her. “Did we have sex?” The sudden eruption of giggles from my right had me slamming my elbow into the side of her arm, cutting her off quickly, and she kicked my shin in return, making me hunch over and whimper in pain. “No,” Derek said, shaking his head. “We did not have S-E-X.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

Touching himself became painful and he released his penis as it bobbed before him, fluid having spurted from it to arch into the floor where it was washed away by the rainmakers above them. Trying to catch his breath, Tom said, "I think we may need another cleansing cloth. I don't know about you, but I feel a bit sticky again. Unless you'd like me to clean you up with my mouth." "No!" John shivered before him, holding his shoulders back as much as holding onto them for balance, "I don't think I could take any more of your mouth. I think what we just did has to be illegal. If it isn't? It probably should be."